relatives betrayed
lying snake feels no guilt
career criminal
I have 33 reasons
Why I won’t go home.
I am a loyalist
Tortured by iniquity
Captive of antiquity
But the snake inside me
Is unfolding its fibers of cypress
And the water is thicker than blood
I have 33 reasons
Why I wont go home.
snakes love sleeping bags
cuddling next to warm bodies
I like hotel rooms
I am a timber rattlesnake
my venom is highly dangerous
I can damage your nervous system
sneakily waiting to strike you with my tongue
lying under a stack of logs as quiet as I can be
SERPENTS’ SOIREE
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Slinking silently, a slithering sight,
Seven silly snakes, under starlit night,
Sassy scales shimmering, shining so bright,
Sipped sweet scotch, subtle, smooth, and smokey,
Seeking to score and swap silly stories.
Ophid air of misconception
Polarizing those of superstition
Hideous to some and
Indescribably beautiful to many
Devoid of human soul
Involved in man’s downfall
Only to be cursed as
Pretense of innocence
Holding unfounded fear
Of snakes who serve
Behind our sight with
Intense appearance and
Always omnipresent
Bitten by an Iscariot snake
#blossommonyei
I trusted you, we had our fun,
Shared so much, thought we were one.
But when I needed you the most,
You turned away, just like a ghost.
It hurt so deep, I felt alone,
Lessons learned, a heart of stone.
Now I see who’s really true,
I’ll be careful with friends like you.
Though pain is real, I’ll find my way,
Stronger now, come what may.
Betrayal stings, but I will rise,
Building trust, with clearer eyes.
#blossommonyei
#liberiapoetry
#WeeklyContest
Liberia Poetry Association.
the abandoned house was full of mice
I brought in my snake, Mr. Nice
he made sandwiches of each little beast
I watched him gulp down his squeaky feast
The day comes
When a snake is not a snake
Slithering, scared less
Silent screams as I shake
A snake is a dream turned nightmare
Labored breaths and cold sweat
Visions of a snake-filled hall
I've not endured yet
Then, a snake is fevered
Half hour shower on the ground
Climbing straight into bed
Without burning a cloud
A snake is the process
Of turning fear into guilt
A fake moral failing
In the eyes that I've built
A snake is not dramatic
Squirming scared in the sun
A snake is not a snake
But I hope it becomes one
snake in the grass is a real thing
they’ve hidden since dynasty known as ming
oftentimes knocking off the cherries bing
zapping toes with a little ting-a-ling
yesterday this was one under my blue swing
waiting with his girlfriend to have a fling
they were both much thicker than twine or string
they caught a bluejay by his slowest wing
my taser gun gave them a little zing
something to the yard which I always bring
I crawl through darkness —
small, scared,
biting at shadows
to keep my life,
to keep my fear away.
I hold my breath,
keep still,
hiding trembling beneath the strike,
trying not to break,
trying not to pour my heart out.
Everyone sees the fight —
the flash of scales,
the flicker of anger —
but no one sees the fear
that claws beneath the surface,
the quiet battle I wage alone.
I am the rain —
falling slow,
holding back the storm inside,
stubbornly holding it in,
though the weight grows heavy.
Sometimes I feel it —
the sky breaking open,
the flood ready to spill free,
but I clutch harder,
trying not to drown in my own tears.
I see that in him —
eyes full of pain,
holding back the storm,
terrified,
yet still trying
to keep the enemy at bay
with silence and stillness.
Maybe I am the same —
holding on too tight,
hiding the cracks,
knowing the end may come soon,
but refusing to let go.
Maybe we are all snakes and rain —
also here to survive the storm —
fragile and fierce,
wounded and wary,
trying to live without breaking.
Out of a hole near a pond so small,
A baby frog gives a croaky call.
But mama frog is nowhere around—
A snake lies waiting; dangers abound.
The baby frog peeks out of the hole—
It knows its fate—no frog would console.
With fear, it leaps out into the pond;
From there, it finds a way to abscond.
It doesn't know snakes crave a bigger meal;
That hole is all the snake came to steal.
Who knows—a big frog might soon hop by.
Such juicy meal no snake would deny.
It's the next morn the baby frog knows
In a nearby snake, mama's soul goes.
Only luck will shield him from their jaws
Even if he hops without a pause.
barking dog warning
my swimming hole nature wins
snake heads on the pond
Lord knows the Devil
I encountered. Hidden
hypocrisy swayed naivety I
exuded. Smiling with grace but
crossing betrayal behind your
back while holding my hand with
the other. Delicate melodies of grace strumming
along inconspicuous quos while feeding
me with Eden’s fruit hung in God’s hand.
Mirages of desolated oases surrounded you,
A pity fool I became at your wits playing
me instead. Awakened clarity
in one bite-filled rage,
thank you bold face
snake. Now, I live
my life in
gratitude.
MISTY as the powder of my soul
The demi-god of legend
Haunts like snakeskin
Wandering my dreams
Igniting my being
Begging for your touch
Smoldering my loneliness
Forever
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